And so I will write about rain and thunder..
I cussed rain so many times, when it wet the hay, and we had to wait, for it to dry.. We turned it, but it lost the vitamins...
But it was food for the livestock,, sort of like empty calories for humans... You have heard of corn flakes, pop tarts, etc.. . we baled it anyway, bulk you know, Ketchup as a vegetable, etc.. But we knew, we also put up good first cutting alfalfa, timothy grass from the meadow, equal to humans fruits and vegies..
But anyway, I stood out this evening, and watched the rare thunder shower, shower us from the heavens:
Shower the wine glass, filled with Merlot,
Shower the flowers that bloomed so low..
They were scared you know..
And I comforted Washo..
Who was scared you know..
Who understood, if it came from ..
Mt. Rose..
It was OK, he now knows...
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